Black Scepter Chapter 164: The final battle (3)
January 13.
Eight days have passed since the Morpheus regained consciousness, and the atmosphere of Sicelin City at this time has begun to change slightly with the orders of the Grand Duke.
In the shrine of the goddess Mar, believers in plain robes kneel here and pray to the statue of the goddess Mar—those customs and prayers that were forgotten thousands of years ago are reproduced in the world by Andalil. The persecution and the suffocation of the Holy See made similar religions disappear. Now, after the complete annihilation of the sacred Gabriel, the same sect that hides in the distance and lingers in the distance finally sees the sky and begins to flourish on the mainland.
Not to mention other denominations, the two largest religious shrines in the city of Sisselin, one is the monastery and church where Archbishop Jeanne is located, which is the same as the Byzantine Patriarch family. The other is the "Martial" temple where the Andalil high priest is located.
The stone temple is always lingering with a fresh and unpretentious breath. Being in it seems to be in the forest, and it seems that you can smell the smell of leaves and mud in your breath. When the temple was built, the high priest The permanent "glow of life" cast by Andalil has become a miracle that allows countless civilians to worship and envelope the goddess. As a result, the Martian believers exceeded ten thousand in a few months.
This halo spell was released on the huge statue of the goddess in the main hall of the temple, so that everyone within a radius of 30 meters can feel the magnificent "natural power" of the goddess, What is even more amazing is that when many civilians suffering from hidden diseases and serious illnesses come to the statue, their physical pain will be greatly relieved. This has made many people struggling to return from the edge of life and death become firm believers, and from this spread of dozens and dozens.
At this time, the master of the temple is Andalil the high priest.
Andalil’s daily work is not much-especially in the winter when civilians are rarely out of the activity, all she has to do is to tour the temple and research with the priests who have just formed the basic leadership structure. The doctrine is enough, it can be said to be idle and tight... But in the past two days, she has been busy like a hard-working bee, rushing between the temple and Arantis all day.
"This guy...don't even want to say an extra sentence..."
Thinking about the serious and unusual face of Morpheus in recent days, Andalil, who is already in the shape of some big girls, still understands that he is busy with the next battle, but he can't help but defy.
From the moment she woke up from Morpheus, she understood what she really wanted—not the nickname of the high priest or the revival of "Marxism", but...just staying beside Morpheus.
Remember that day was the first time I voluntarily rushed into his arms. Although this included Joan's courage at the same time, it was a big step in her heart. In the subsequent dinner, Andalil was not drunk, but she had to pretend to be a drinker, just to breathe more of the breath of Morpheus for a second...
But then everything started to change. Groups of important people came from all over the continent. The conference hall of the night watchman’s headquarters was always brightly lit. Andalier sometimes stood outside the hall, watching the crowd quietly. Morpheus, who discussed countermeasures with others, only thought of what he could do for him, instead of seeing him resist all crises alone.
Now she finally has the opportunity to help Morpheus, but she can report on the task several times. In addition to a few sentences formulated, Morpheus has not spoken any other words-this is the first time to experience the taste of love. Lolita suffers a bit, but now she even feels restless.
"Adult High Priest...High Priest?"
The words of inquiry came into Andalil’s ears, making her recover from the stunned state, and her eyes turned to the person in front of her who was talking to her. Andalil remembered that she still had a task.
"Is the person here already?"
"It's all here, Lord High Priest."
The priest in a black robe replied respectfully, and then moved slightly aside, allowing thirty or forty followers to enter Andalil’s vision.
Andalil, in a white high priest's robe, didn't say much nonsense. He recited the prayer directly. As the light flashed, a halo bloomed at her fingertips, wearing a plain robe. As soon as the believers saw the miracle, they immediately meditated and knelt on the ground in the name of the goddess Mar...
And as the halo spreads out, more than a dozen of the believers in the house are covered with a faint glow of white light-Andalil nodded with satisfaction, waved his hand to remove the halo, to the side The priest waved his hands and then got the believers to stand up, and after a simple prayer, let them go to another house to wait.
During this process, the priest individually screened the believers who had just been covered in light and directed them to another location.
Such scenes are constantly being staged. This is Andalil’s “task—to pick out the “celestial chooser” among believers and teach them a few simple divine works at the fastest speed. .
Similar scenes are constantly being staged in the territory. There are warrior-type "celestial picks" selected by Heysel, as well as wizard-type "celestial choosers" selected by mages such as Sunderland...
"Creed" is constantly recruiting the "celestial candidates" who have been recorded in the army by various means-before Lampard's conscription process, he was only holding Attempt to "learn as much as possible", but now, Lampard's conscription has adopted a nearly "forced" model.
Xu Yizhong, even promised to give preferential treatment to all his family members. The Principality of Lampard has reached the point of absorbing "natural selection" at almost any cost. This behavior and decision were opposed by Hegel and others in the first place. One thing, because in their view, the entire territory’s finances will have a serious deficit for this, but they were then persuaded by Morpheus...
It’s not just Lampard, Byzantine also started a similar operation-because of its vast territory and dense urban population, it was collected in the "Eagle" of the Duke of Azshara in conjunction with the "creed" within a few days. With more than 10,000 "electors", this decision of Edward III was also quite difficult. Although he knew that Morpheus would not deceive him, the behavior of "grinding the guns" was really incomprehensible to everyone. But in the end, Edward III chose to believe Morpheus's explanation, and allocated a large number of gold coins and grain to maintain the operation of the plan.
These series of actions let the countries that have just stabilized on the continent know that they inevitably caused some suspicion and action-just without waiting for them to react so much, a series of events has caused almost all countries on this continent Once again fell into a state of combat readiness.
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In the evening of January 14, the Fort Worth Empire.
The setting sun has fallen into the mountains, and Pittsburgh covered with clouds is like a cold reef on the snowy ground. The fortress that used to resist the attack of the jihadists now has no previous security. The ignition light flashed around the fort, and it seemed that some caravans were about to rush into the fort before dark. There were also squads conducting routine inspections, and the team was loose and tight.
"Damn... This kind of ghost weather is really cold. Tonight, go to the Hawke Bar and drink, no one is absent!"
The captain of the scout team shook his frozen wrist in the cold wind. The crotch's horse was slightly trembling in the cold wind. Obviously, it is not a good job to inspect in this cold weather.
The five young scouts behind him should be louder, so the team’s speed has increased slightly, but the formation of the two lines should have been completely disrupted. The captain didn’t take it seriously. All he thought about was How to quickly return to Pittsburgh and pour a few glasses of warm ale in front of the warm fireplace...
The war is long over, and there will be no enemies here.
"Captain, have you heard anything?"
In the roaring wind, communication can only rely on roaring. The captain in the front row did not understand what the boy behind him said, turned his head, and shouted behind him: "What are you talking about?"
"I mean-it sounds weird!"
"What location?"
The captain of the scout in the cold wind was a little sour in the wind, and he slowly let the horse's speed down, and asked, looking around with caution.
"It seems... above?"
The answers of the team members made them involuntarily turn their eyes to the top of their heads, but the starry sky full of stars, as always, several people looked up for a long time, and did not see any vision...
"Are you kid, silly by the wind?"
The captain laughed and scolded the reins, preparing to speed up the last part of the journey, but never thought he had just turned his back. The scene in front of him made him almost bite his tongue...
Beyond Pittsburgh, with a shining light in the darkness in the distance, a flood-like black wave is roaring under the city walls, and when you look closely, it is an impression that you should have died. Purify the aura of purgatory beasts!
The beast tide with a number of perhaps more than one hundred thousand rushed along the walls of Pittsburgh. The sound of hissing sound didn't seem to pass to the scouts until this moment, making them instantly scared.
The horses were also affected by this, and stopped anxiously. Several scouts with wide open mouths froze for three seconds before they remembered to run away-they all understand...Pittsburgh must have closed the door now, So rushing past like this is the same as finding death!
A few scouts who had just been very relaxed, without saying anything, they started to twitch the reins and ran away in the opposite direction. The captain looked pale behind him, and the beast that failed to hit the wall in the distance and began to disperse into the darkness The tide is gradually receding, but this scene really makes his heart difficult to accept...
"How do they... come back?"
A thousand kilometers above the sky, Scarlett looked down silently, her fingertips gleaming faintly.
......
"How is this possible?!"
Fears of this kind, such fears and fears, began to spread rapidly in the countries of the mainland at the end of the night-originally Fort Pittsburgh, and then the fortresses of Gilman, Caslandi, Byzantine Traces of beast tides were found outside. Although those purgatory beasts did not dare to attack the city like a startled bird, for a time, the entire continent was once again in a state of self-defense.
The gates of the city were closed, each fortress and city re-issued orders to prepare for war, and a letter began to travel between several countries that are currently most capable of launching counterattacks. The alliances of various countries, which began to loosen after the end of the war, are once again closely connected. The troops in various regions began to reunite, the number of soldiers patrolling the city walls increased several times, and military supplies and food began to hoard again...
But the monarchs of these countries never thought that the cause of all this panic was not the "return" purgatory lord, but it was the Grand Duke Morpheus who was sitting in Lampard and looking at the sand table at this time. !
"President, the effect you want has been achieved, but it is difficult to condense the strength of the entire continent to carry out a battle..."
Scarlett stood behind Morpheus, her eyes slightly removed and she could clearly see the signs of the grand duke on the sand table. Obviously, the current situation of the entire continent is clearly seen in the "creed" intelligence network, but the Morpheus, who has deceived almost all kingdom monarchs, frowned at this time, and after a moment of thinking, he replied: "Use the strength of the entire continent to fight purgatory? This I haven’t thought about it, it’s just Hegel’s proposal.”
"Over the continent has more than three million troops available, which sounds a lot, but sometimes... too many troops, but it is a hassle. Once the melee begins, the four words "coordinated scheduling" are confusing for a belief. , The commander-in-chief and the military of different nationalities are totally fantasy. Now I let them hide in the city now, everyone is in danger, you only see one of my intentions..."
Morpheus took a step back and looked at the huge sand table at the moment with an overview, asking: "But you didn’t see my other intentions. You come to watch this sand table...if you are those purgatory Lord, will you choose where to open the portal?"
Scarlett was surprised for a moment, and she thought about it for a moment, but she seemed to have thought about it, but when she walked to the sand table, what she wanted to say, her confident expression gradually changed.
The extremely powerful consul suddenly found that... he had no choice at all-there were many castles and fortresses all over the huge sand table in front of him, and he looked at the densely packed ~ IndoMTL.com The location of the attack can basically be anywhere with her finger... She tried to weigh the pros and cons in her mind to find the first three locations where Purgatory is most likely to attack, but found that there was no suitable location.
Because the sand table in front of you... is too big.
"You also see it? In fact, when looking at the whole plane, what to consider...after all, it is not the same."
Before Morpheus was distressed by this, the pattern is different, and the angle of looking at things is also different. Once he was a teenager who was struggling to escape, but now he was thinking about the problem of "planes", "The enemy wants to attack can't be stopped, so I can only keep humans always vigilant. There are cities and pre-war preparations. If I can’t stop those guys from invading in the end, the human plane...somehow can support a period of time..."
"As long as there is enough time, I have the confidence to really change their planned trajectory."
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